And here I am, looking in your window,
I am under a sky, yet to be blue.
Oh and I see you with him, your bodies together.
Together.. Together.. No. That’s not right.
What about our past? What about me?
And here I am,
Running naked through your garden.
But you see me not. Not once.
No, you have never layed those gorgeous eyes upon me.
But behold, here I am. And I can see all of you.
But no, this is wrong.
Go, be happy.